---CONTENT BELOW THIS LINE FOR OFFICIAL USE BY MADISON LOREKEEPERS---
I still expect punishment enacted upon me once I return to Madison, but let it be known that there are punishments on the road as well. One stroke of luck or one moment of joy, I've come to realize, comes sandwiched between two instances of strife and hardships.
After we found our way out of Crawley territory and into neutral territory, we regrouped with Amelie and left Kal to recover with instructions on how to reach us. My foot is getting better as well! Moreover, we found a family at the shantytown where Miller Park once stood who were willing to let us rest in their home if we help their young children gather some wood and water in the forest nearby. We got to the forest, alright, but what some Crawley members somehow also found their way to us. This cemented my fear that they found out about the iPad and that I have killed one of their members. I want to go back to Madison.
They grabbed the kids hoping we would turn ourselves over, but thankfully Peck scared them away by threatening them with his empty gun. He really plays the role of rogue well. In fact, the more I think of it the more I'm coming to realize he might take the iPad right from under my nose once I acquire it. I really wish he would stop calling me "nerd". The kids were unharmed and return home, but no way in hell we could face their parents, so we sucked it up, gave up on the hope of one quiet night and made our way to downtown proper. We followed Benjicot's crude map east and found ourselves at the merchant collective at the lakefront. Miraculously, we found Joey, an ally of Benjicot who took us in for the night and bought our excess supplies. Notably, Peck actually has bullets now so he'll have some bite behind his bark. More importantly, it meant that I didn't have to take any more lives for the time being. I fully expected some sort of hell to follow, so I knew to stifle this moment of peace.
I hate it when I am right. When we awoke, the atmosphere stood almost diametrically opposed to the night before. People dispersed from this area in the dozens and headed away from the direction we were supposed to go, although we spent too much time and got too far to quit now. Thankfully Joey arranged for us to take a northward caravan and into the campus. Amelie chatted up a man who's making the trip to bring home his sister, who according to him was turned away from the Lorekeepers. This surprised me because the Madison Lorekeepers will never turn away a potential member and will always find a way for them to help. Moreover, I overheard some other speak of the supposed conflict between the two biggest subgroups of my organization. I could not believe that these rumors were being spread so close to one of our bases.
The already bitter mood became much more dour once we reached campus. We followed the others from the caravan into what used to be called the Union building but we were separated them when we decided to finally reach our destination. The man looking for his sister went along with us, occasionally giving me wary glances. Although I expected Janice to be a little hesitant to hand her iPad to me, I knew out of the spirit of knowledge she would lend it to us. We are allies after all. Also, I could finally take a long rest and befriend my own kind and share knowledge and stories with each other. Of course, that didn't happen. It couldn't have, there was no conflict to wedge two pleasant experiences. For a while, I didn't look or talk to the people I followed, because I didn't want them to see me crying. It became more and more clearsomething going on with the Milwaukee Lorekeepers, and that the rumors had credence.
Fire. There fire and dark smoke bellowed from the top of the tower.. From what I've gathered, Janice's office and probably her iPad were there. I was awestruck to find that evacuation effort was so silent. Lorekeepers were evacuating in a reasonably precise and shockingly quiet matter, save for one girl clutching a backpack in her arms running much quicker and in a more panicked manner running towards the resident halls to the northeast. She stopped when the man accompanying us identified as his sister but almost immediately went back to running Peck and her brother intercepted her. She spoke quickly and said little else besides commanding her brother to leave the area. I figured I'd talk to her since I thought we were both Lorekeepers. Her name was Rachel. Something about her captivated me.
I had never seen someone like her before. She reminded me of the fashion magazines we had in storage. She wore high heeled brown boots and black high stockings which made her legs four feet long. Other than that, I couldn't discern how her body looked because the black zip hoodie distorted her upper body. A modern sleek hairdo and heavy bangs framed her striking angular features on her face. Her movements and manner of speaking are very theatrical, leading me to believe that her area of lore included high end Europeans magazines. She had the sort of beauty that made me nervous, like I couldn't say anything to her because she was too cool for me. At the same time, though, I tried. I tried, oh so hard.
The Tower is a card that was used in divination that predicted the future based on the placement and meaning of each card. One of my old mentors told me that The Tower represented crisis, chaos, ruin, disillusion, and disruption, but also revelation, sudden change, and transformation. He told me to ask Janice for a lecture once I got to Milwaukee if I was interested, and that she was an expert on the area.
I still expect punishment enacted upon me once I return to Madison, but let it be known that there are punishments on the road as well. One stroke of luck or one moment of joy, I've come to realize, comes sandwiched between two instances of strife and hardships.
After we found our way out of Crawley territory and into neutral territory, we regrouped with Amelie and left Kal to recover with instructions on how to reach us. My foot is getting better as well! Moreover, we found a family at the shantytown where Miller Park once stood who were willing to let us rest in their home if we help their young children gather some wood and water in the forest nearby. We got to the forest, alright, but what some Crawley members somehow also found their way to us. This cemented my fear that they found out about the iPad and that I have killed one of their members. I want to go back to Madison.
They grabbed the kids hoping we would turn ourselves over, but thankfully Peck scared them away by threatening them with his empty gun. He really plays the role of rogue well. In fact, the more I think of it the more I'm coming to realize he might take the iPad right from under my nose once I acquire it. I really wish he would stop calling me "nerd". The kids were unharmed and return home, but no way in hell we could face their parents, so we sucked it up, gave up on the hope of one quiet night and made our way to downtown proper. We followed Benjicot's crude map east and found ourselves at the merchant collective at the lakefront. Miraculously, we found Joey, an ally of Benjicot who took us in for the night and bought our excess supplies. Notably, Peck actually has bullets now so he'll have some bite behind his bark. More importantly, it meant that I didn't have to take any more lives for the time being. I fully expected some sort of hell to follow, so I knew to stifle this moment of peace.
I hate it when I am right. When we awoke, the atmosphere stood almost diametrically opposed to the night before. People dispersed from this area in the dozens and headed away from the direction we were supposed to go, although we spent too much time and got too far to quit now. Thankfully Joey arranged for us to take a northward caravan and into the campus. Amelie chatted up a man who's making the trip to bring home his sister, who according to him was turned away from the Lorekeepers. This surprised me because the Madison Lorekeepers will never turn away a potential member and will always find a way for them to help. Moreover, I overheard some other speak of the supposed conflict between the two biggest subgroups of my organization. I could not believe that these rumors were being spread so close to one of our bases.
The already bitter mood became much more dour once we reached campus. We followed the others from the caravan into what used to be called the Union building but we were separated them when we decided to finally reach our destination. The man looking for his sister went along with us, occasionally giving me wary glances. Although I expected Janice to be a little hesitant to hand her iPad to me, I knew out of the spirit of knowledge she would lend it to us. We are allies after all. Also, I could finally take a long rest and befriend my own kind and share knowledge and stories with each other. Of course, that didn't happen. It couldn't have, there was no conflict to wedge two pleasant experiences. For a while, I didn't look or talk to the people I followed, because I didn't want them to see me crying. It became more and more clearsomething going on with the Milwaukee Lorekeepers, and that the rumors had credence.
Fire. There fire and dark smoke bellowed from the top of the tower.. From what I've gathered, Janice's office and probably her iPad were there. I was awestruck to find that evacuation effort was so silent. Lorekeepers were evacuating in a reasonably precise and shockingly quiet matter, save for one girl clutching a backpack in her arms running much quicker and in a more panicked manner running towards the resident halls to the northeast. She stopped when the man accompanying us identified as his sister but almost immediately went back to running Peck and her brother intercepted her. She spoke quickly and said little else besides commanding her brother to leave the area. I figured I'd talk to her since I thought we were both Lorekeepers. Her name was Rachel. Something about her captivated me.
I had never seen someone like her before. She reminded me of the fashion magazines we had in storage. She wore high heeled brown boots and black high stockings which made her legs four feet long. Other than that, I couldn't discern how her body looked because the black zip hoodie distorted her upper body. A modern sleek hairdo and heavy bangs framed her striking angular features on her face. Her movements and manner of speaking are very theatrical, leading me to believe that her area of lore included high end Europeans magazines. She had the sort of beauty that made me nervous, like I couldn't say anything to her because she was too cool for me. At the same time, though, I tried. I tried, oh so hard.
The Tower is a card that was used in divination that predicted the future based on the placement and meaning of each card. One of my old mentors told me that The Tower represented crisis, chaos, ruin, disillusion, and disruption, but also revelation, sudden change, and transformation. He told me to ask Janice for a lecture once I got to Milwaukee if I was interested, and that she was an expert on the area.